Aniruddha Pathak

But For My Drooping Chin - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

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I was once told life is made or unmadeNot on what cards the fate from afar laysUpon man’s lap, but on how well he plays, On what happens nor on acts of heavens, But more on what he does to what happens; That destiny’s a lazy man’s charade.

So guided I set off my wars to win, So knowing I let my life by me led, Playing the game of life— with cards dealt in; Yet, wanting cake to bake was left with bread, Oft my cake was much less baked and more burnt; My life’s lessons, all morals left unlearnt: Perhaps I never knew to bake a cake, My drooping chin bared my brand of poor make! _____________________________________________ _________________A sonnet with an unusual rhyme scheme: abbccadedaffee.______________________________ _______________________ -Sonnets | 03.02.10 |